A/n: I wish I could have gotten this out sooner, but I didn't. This chapter's rather short, however, I ended it where I did for a reason. There should be another update really soon though! Also, I'd like to issue a public apology for being a douche about some review things. I feel really bad for saying some things I did and I'm deeply sorry.
Disclaimer: As usual, I still do not own Homestuck or its characters.

A particularly rough bump sends you tumbling back to the floor from your once seated position. You let out a small whimper as you bash your already abused head off of said floor. But you find that ultimately the abuse to your head is a good thing, as you hear the sound of a strangled whimper not that far away from you from someone else who suffered the bump. Whoever it was, they were fairly close, Your interest is piqued and you reach out in the dark, as much as you can with your hands bound as they are. You count yourself lucky that they were bound in front of you rather than behind. A sound of shock escapes your mouth when your hand brushes against what feels like skin, but at the same time doesn't, "Hello?"

"Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker," comes a surprised voice, the skin beneath your fingers jumping away from your reach, "Watch where the fuck you're touching, assmunch!"

"Sorry!" you say, your hand recoiling quickly, "It's hard to see, so I didn't know where I was reaching!"

"Fuck, fine, apology accepted. Now what the ever-loving fuck do you want." Asked the owner of the voice.

"Oh, well, I heard you when we went over that bump and I thought I might see if I was going crazy or if you were really here! And to my pleasant surprise, I think it's both!" you say, forcing as much sarcasm into your voice as you can.

"Oh no, I'm nothing but your fucking head talking to you. That's me, that voice meant to send all of the bulge-lickers like you careening over the side of a ravine. So that's what you should be doing as soon as we get out of this god damn death wagon." He (you think it's a he at least), retorts.

You laugh brightly considering the situation, "So, does this voice have a name or something? Might as well try and be friendly while I'm not walking off a cliff. My name's John, by the way.

"

"Fuck, whatever, I guess there's no harm in it," he says with a bit of hesitation, "I'm Karkat Vantas, you'd better not forget it jackass."

"Well hi to you then Karkat. Hehe, beep beep meow." you say giggling.

"What the flying-fuck?"

You shrug, even though you know he can't see it, "Car. Cat. Karkat. Beep beep meow. See what I did there? Anyways, I've got a million questions that need answering, do you think you can try and help me out with them?"

There's a grumbling sound followed by something you take as an affirmative. You begin asking your questions, "So, where are we and where are we going?"

"Are you fucking kidding? I know some of the other Dersites where absolutely fucking brain-dead, but I didn't take you to be one of them. Christ, if you really don't know, we're in the back of a convoy on the way to Prospit. Everyone that was on Derse was rounded up by the Imps after the whole thing came fucking crashing down and we all got shoved into these transfer vehicles. How the hell could you not know this?" He said.

Your heart raced. So you had accomplished your mission of bringing Derse down. And now everyone was heading to Prospit. While it felt sort of like a failure at the original intention, you knew you could make this work to your advantage. If only you could talk to Dave, you could start planning what you needed to do. For now though, you had Karkat. You don't know why, but you feel like you can trust him, that somehow, in some way, he was part of the plan.

"Okay, I have an admission to make," You whisper so that he can hear you, but anyone else who might be around can't, "I was never on Derse. Actually, it was my...wow, I don't even know what to refer to him as anymore...Anyways, Dave and I were the ones who brought Derse down. We're trying to liberate Prospit and Derse!"

"Great, they put me in a cell with a huge nutcase. Fuck my life. There's no way in hell that you di-...wait, I'm going to stop right there. Knowing my god damn luck, you're not lying and you actually did and are going to try to free everyone once we get to Prospit." Says Karkat with an elongated sigh punctuating the end of his statement.

"Yeah, you're right. I've got to talk to Dave though, because we need to make a plan." You say.

"Well chances are is that he's probably not close at all, especially if you two were caught together. But just on the off chance that that's wrong, which the possibility of that is so astronomical it could be considered up with me giving a flying fuck about anything other than getting out of this stupid place, there's a way to check. What color is your friend or whatever the fuck he is to you's symbol and shit? Terezi's a weirdass broad, but she'll help us."

"Okay...um, his color is red. How is that going to help exactly?" you ask, confused as all fuck. You can't see anything in here, how could Karkat expect his friend to see anything at all either?

"Hey Terezi," Karkat shouts, "Sorry if you were asleep or up to some shit-fuckery with whoever you got cooped up with over there, but I need you to tell me if some douchebag with a red symbol is in our vehicle! And I don't mean me!"

You hear a creepy giggle resonate from across the small area that divides what you assumed was your cell versus the cell across from you, "Oh, finally decided to help out that deliciously blueberry smelling friend of yours? It's about time! And about his cherry friend, I've got him right here! You have no clue how much I've wanted to lick this guy, but it seems like he's passed out or some shit and that would be a lot weirder than normal hehehehehehe!"

"What does she mean lick? And Dave's with her. Cherry? I'm so confused!" you splutter out.

"Oh well that. Terezi over there is blind as a fucking nightflutter-beast, so she can smell really well and can smell colors as scents or some twisted shit like that. She always rants about how "nastily rusty" I am and shit like that. And she thinks if she licks what she's smelling that it will taste like it, and that's rarely the fucking case. I can't even tell you the number of times I've been sitting there and bam, tongue shoved somewhere on me. It's abso-fucking-lutely gross." Says Karkat.

"So we're basically being lead to Dave by a blind girl who will probably lick him when he wakes up? I can tell that we're in such great hands." You say sarcastically.

"Blueberry, are you really going to say those things about a blind girl?" Comes Terezi's voice. It didn't occur to you that she could probably hear you, "How rude. I hope Cherry over here isn't as rude when I wake him up. Maybe he'll even let me lick him!"

"I didn't mean it in a bad way!" you exclaim when you realize how bad that had sounded, "And please don't lick my...you know what, I'm going to go with boyfriend until he tells me differently."

"He's not going to tell you any different unless you want anything different," you hear a familiar voice grumble from the direction Terezi's question came. Your heart races in your chest, which you ultimately think is so stupidly cliche like one of the cheesy movies you used to watch, but you dismiss those thoughts when you realize he's still speaking, "Someone want to tell me what's going on?"

You hear what you assume is Terezi cackling and probably trying to find him and Karkat seems to have shut up now that Dave was awake, so you figure it's up to you to explain what's going on to him, "We were captured when Derse fell and their transferring us with everyone else to Prospit."

"Any idea for a game plan to make this work to our advantage?" he asks.

You're about to respond that you have no idea, when Karkat seems to suddenly wake up from his non-talkative state, "Alright mister douche-canoe, here's the deal. From what I've seen, we're in a special type of transport meant to handle Terezi over there and I, and the others that are like us. We're sectioned off from the other four who are like us and are on opposite sides of a corridor behind bars. So any idea of escaping from the vehicle should just die a bloody death now, especially seeing as there are armed guards behind the doors to get out of here. I don't know about you, but I don't think laser would taste very good, and I think even Terezi would agree. Because that's who we're dealing with right now, not the stupid fucking Imps that everyone's used to, no, they brought in the fucking military. So unless you have some way you could take out those guards and shit, there's no point in even trying until we get to Prospit."

"He's right!" Pipes in Terezi. The more you think about it, the more you would have to agree. After a bit of checking, you find your entire Modus to be empty, including your Strife Specibus. Everything except the bunny you had gone back for when you were running away. And of course, no matter how much you adored the stuffed rabbit, right now it was just a useless piece of shit. Which you know is what Dave thought of it all of the time.

"Fuck," Says Dave, coming to the same realization, "Well, we'll have to wait for Prospit then. But hell if it doesn't feel like we accomplished a metric-shit-ton of nothing."

You sigh and you can feel the mood of all of the occupants in this area of the transport darken. The only sounds to permeate the air are the sounds of your cellmate's breath and the rattling of the transport as it continued over the bumpy terrain. The silence is broken when the sound of a door releasing it's looks and sliding open between your and Dave's cells, and it makes you jump. Through it comes two men, or you think they are at least, dressed in full, modified, military uniform, from what you can tell of the little bits of light coming in through the door. You probably wouldn't have been able to distinguish one for the other if not for the modifications of their outfits. The one who stepped in first, and appeared to be the leader, wore the uniform with a sash declaring him (or her, again, you can't tell), as a mayor of sort. The other has a few strips of caution tape wrapped around them. You almost start giggling but decide that it wasn't a good idea.

"You can't do this WV. You don't have the authorization." Says the one with the caution tape. You decide he's definitely a guy by the fact the his monotone is definitely lower than if they had been a female.

"Who's in charge here?" Asks the "mayor", also decidedly a male, "I'm in command of this operation, not you. The people in here, no matter how different than us are still people. I don't care if they're homosexual or have been experimented on or whatever, they're behind bars, I don't think light and releasing their bonds is going to enable them to hurt anyone or anything like that. This is an order now, turn the lights on."

There's a grumble from the caution tape guy and a the noise of a switch being flipped. And then there was light, making you wince and close your eyes at the burning sensation that comes with being in the dark for a length of time. You can see your captors more clearly. The one with the mayor sash holds a remote, and with the push of a button, he's released the bonds on your hands and feet.

"Alright, I'm doing this because I'm a good guy, but just so you know," the mayor, WV, motions to his comrade, "AR here is a fantastic shot with his rifle. Try anything and I guarantee there will be a bullet through your head faster than you can say "oh shit!". Alright?"

You nod, and he must find that adequate, because WV and AR are moving on through the next door. You shake your head, the fear that had been rising in you finally leaving. The opportunity to stretch is one you take, your muscles protesting the sudden movements, but it felt good. Looking around you can finally see your surroundings. Including your cell mate and Dave's, "Holy shit...what the fuck?"

Karkat blinks and finally realizes what your looking at, "Oh shit-nuggets, I guess I'd better start explaining, right?"